The Boat
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the …
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White Walls
Colour hasn’t been a thing since 1993. Since scrunchies and hypercolor t-shirts, is that what you want? Armpit-neon on your walls? Our houses are white …
Loki
Mum went out hours ago. I’m not sure where? She was nervous and excited. She seemed very happy, even though she smashed her car today. She …
The Kookaburra’s Garden
It was a quiet day in the garden. The wind had dropped and there was a silence that was almost deafening. The soil was void …
Interview with a Dead Man
There were seven of us at the séance: the medium and six visitors. Between the six of us there was everything from a hardened sceptic …
Chinese Slippers
There was never a moment in the drawing room, the family gathered around the bespectacled family solicitor. Although, that would have added the gravitas that …
Dirt
I wring out the tightness in my hands, push my thumb into the meat of my palm, then pick up my pen. Having spent the …
Ammachi
My hands are light as the turmeric falls from my fingers. The chicken turns orange, something thuds upstairs, a magpie screeches near the window. But …
Connie
I’m nothing like Abby. Its not just the age difference. She’s always been the bold one, the one who defied our father, going to see …
Low Tide
His hands crease around his empty coffee mug like old leather. Paint peppers his fingers, flaking off under the flex of his grip. Brown tide …